The treetops nod,
The cherubs sing,
The fairies dance,
As the bluebells ring.
The clouds float,
In the sapphire skies.
The peacocks dance,
As the west wind sighs.
The washed clothes dance,
In the breeze that blows,
The mermaids dance,
Where our imagination flows.
Such simple narration, yet so expressive. I love this 'natural'poem. Full rank.
The washed clothes dance, In the breeze that blows, reminds me of my humour haiku or senryu; clothesline a robin flips, hops, twits on my underpant
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a lovely, positive poem. It brightened my day to read it. Keep up the good work. Regards, Sandra Fowler